Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Smog,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.